Faye Fox
Well-known member
Searching for words to describe how I feel this morning. I woke up at midnight and never got back to sleep. Maybe this picture says it all. I keep thinking about all the good folks that have died while the bad ones still live. Hard working folks die while bums and the scum of society still live.
I don't think I am sad, but maybe I am. Maybe forlorn is the word. Maybe just tired and disgusted. Maybe just old and cranky. I thought about writing some blues songs, then I had my poor old ladies mocha in my new Fake News Blues mug featuring the President on blues guitar, the First Falsely Convicted Felon, convicted in a court of fake law by Nazi Ideologist, and writing a blues song seemed a waste just like the 100's of
poems, 100's of story stories, and a half dozen failing novels that were a
and
that I wrote. With that thought, time to get my head out of my
and go walking.
I don't think I am sad, but maybe I am. Maybe forlorn is the word. Maybe just tired and disgusted. Maybe just old and cranky. I thought about writing some blues songs, then I had my poor old ladies mocha in my new Fake News Blues mug featuring the President on blues guitar, the First Falsely Convicted Felon, convicted in a court of fake law by Nazi Ideologist, and writing a blues song seemed a waste just like the 100's of
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